WARNING: This story contains EXTREME examples of fictional racism. If you are not okay with racial slurs or this type of raceplay, then please for the love of god don't leave some half-brained comment expressing your hate...just move on. It is important to remember that all themes and subjects covered in this story are completely FICTIONAL. This story does not condone real-life racism or violent actions in any way.
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I awoke to the sound of something cooking downstairs. I dragged myself up and let my legs hang off the side of the bed. I would have thought that last night was nothing more than a dream, if it wasn't for the pain and soreness in my bowels. I stood up and stretched my arms out. I could feel my ass throb with every movement I made. Nevertheless, I put on some clothes and went downstairs. I saw my beautiful wife at the stove, barely clothed. She stood over the stovetop, cooking some bacon, obviously trying to entice me with her body. She still had on the skimpy nightgown that I saw her in bed with last night. She spun around when she heard me walk into the room.
"Morning, baby!" She smiled with glee and walked over to me. Every step she took made her massive breasts jiggle around in her lacey top. She pushed her body against mine and kissed me passionately. I could feel her huge breasts being squished tightly against my chest as she shoved her tongue far down my throat.
"That's what I was looking for last night...but it never happened." She said, sounding disappointed. She started walking back over to the stove to finish cooking.
"Well...I got...distracted. I spent a little while at the bar, and then I met up with some...friends." I said, stumbling over most of my words as I tried to figure out how to say this in the best way.
"Well, all I know is that I had to take care of myself last night. But now that you're home, why don't we get one in before work?" While I couldn't deny how incredibly busty and beautiful she looked, all I could think about was Brute's unbelievably large cock. Her giant busty rack that was held up by her supportive nightgown failed to turn me on in the slightest. In fact, all I could imagine is how much hotter she'd look right now if she had a girthy black cock between those melons. Something serious was happen to me. It hadn't even been a single day since I had my ass viciously torn apart by a black alpha, and yet I couldn't stop dreaming about it.
"I...ugh...I don't think so, honey. I'm just not in the mood." I uttered quickly, trying to push past this conversation.
"What do you mean? Are you serious?" She looked at me baffled. She knew her sex drive far outshined mine, but she had never heard me turn down sex so quickly before.
"Please, honey..." I said, holding my hand up in the air as if signaling her to stop. "I'm just not in the mood." I hung my head in shame, still confused about these new urges.
"Okay! Fine!" She said in a mocking tone, obviously pissed off.
We had breakfast together, barely even saying a word to each other all morning. When it came time to head to work, I said goodbye and slipped out the door. I hailed a cab a bit down the street, and we raced off towards town hall.
When I finally entered into my office, I was greeted by my assistant. He was holding a large stack of documents, which I knew to be the new anti-black bill that I had drafted up. I sat down at my desk and felt the warm throbbing of my still sore ass on the leather seat.
"Good morning, sir." My perky, young assistant said to me. "The new bill is all ready to go! We spent the night proofreading it and revising any errors. All we need is your signature, sir." He gently tossed the stack of paper directly in front of me. I stared at it for a brief moment. This was the bill that had made me famous, and yet this also brought me more shame than I could imagine. People rallied behind this bill, fought for this bill, even elected me simply because I promised to pass a bill like this. I knew that this is what my people wanted, but deep down I just couldn't do it. My conscience got the better of me as I stood up and faced my assistant.
"There's no way I can sign this!" I said heroically.
"I'm sorry...is something wrong with it, sir?" My assistant was clearly confused as to why I was displeased with a bill that I had written myself.
"Yes, something is wrong with it. It's not right!" I paused briefly and noticed how confused my assistant was. "It's not moral! How can we call ourselves 'good people' when we're clearly so bigoted and racist?" I reached down and grabbed the bill off my desk. I grabbed it on one side with both hands. Angrily, I tore the entire stack in half, much to my assistant's amazement.
"But...I...don't understand. I thought you wanted to pass this bill. Isn't that why you wrote it?" I tossed the torn pages into the trash can next to my desk.
"Yes, but that was before I realized how anti-American this thing is!" I yelled, pointing to the torn pages in the trash can. "America is about freedom and acceptance. How the fuck is it 'accepting' to force good people out of their homes simply because they look different from us? I refuse to enact anything like that!" I folded up my arms on my chest, abstinently.
"Very well, sir. Just remember that you have another rally today. You were going to tell the people the good news...What are you going to tell them now?" I thought back to all the teachings and lessons that Brute had taught me. Sure, he might have been aggressive with me, but he's still fighting for a good cause.
"I'll show them the RIGHT thing to do." I said, speaking with emphasis to make my point clear. I stormed out of my office, hopped into the first taxi I could find, and raced towards my rally.
As I arrived and stepped out of the cab, I could hear people screaming and cheering my name. I made my way directly to the podium, trying to navigate the huge crowds all around me. I approached the microphone, which was pointing directly at my face, and looked out at the screaming crowd.
"Welcome, everyone! Thanks for coming. Now please...please settle down. I have some very important news to tell you all." Most of the mob settled down, while a couple people continued carrying on.
"No more blacks!" Some began to chant the motto that my campaign ran under.
"Did you finally get rid of all those niggers?" Asked one particularly disgusting white gentleman.
"I know a lot of you will be disappointed...but I must tell the truth. Today, I refused to sign the anti-black bill." The crowd became full of quiet side-conversations and audible confusion. "I know I promised to do this for all of you...but I also promised to uphold the values that this nation stands for! Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness for ALL!" The crowd didn't cheer; they didn't clap. I received nothing but silence and hateful stares. "Don't you understand how horrible it is to segregate an entire race?"
"Jonathon, those niggers are murdering, raping, and stealing! How the fuck can you support that?" One angry white guy screamed.
"Not all of them do that! It's not right to punish good people for the mistakes that OTHER people have made!" I yelled, answering back to him. I turned my attention back to the group as a whole.
"I know it's scary...but it's the RIGHT thing to do! Open your hearts to these people. Let these proud African men and women show you just how great they are! Trust me! In time, you'll see them as I do: strong, powerful, loyal, and deserving of our acceptance and love!" I walked away from the podium to a roar of "boo"s and angry fists being shaken. I felt even sadder now that this rally was over. I knew that their racism and bigotry was directly my fault.
I was the one that instilled fear and hatred within them. I was the one that told them not to trust African Americans. I was the one that told them the only way to be safe was to segregate themselves from and entire race of people. I was determined to ensure that hatred and racism was not going to be what generations would remember me for.
I stormed out of the rally, took another taxi, and raced back to Brute's compound. I heard the familiar sound of gunshots and wild guard dogs as I entered the worst part of the city. I knocked on the large metal sliding door and waited for someone to answer. Within a few seconds, the same young man who was on guard duty last night stuck his face against the peephole and smiled once he saw me.
"Oh...it's you. Yeah, come on in faggot." He loudly pulled the gate open and motioned over towards the side room that Brute had fucked me in last night. "Your master's over there, honky!" He yelled, in a degrading and derogatory tone. I walked through the masses of black people going about their day and made it to Brute's room. The second he saw me, he dropped what he was doing and walked over towards me.
"Well done, faggot. I had an agent planted in the rally. He says you really put those crackas in their place!" I must admit, it felt great to be congratulated by such a powerful alpha male.
"Well, I just did what I knew was right, sir." I said, being respectful to this superior hunk.
"That's correct." He said, as he took a few more steps and stood directly in front of me. "It's the RIGHT thing to do for whites to honor the wishes and requests of niggas...isn't it?" I nodded with a smile.
"Why are you doing all this, faggot?" I looked at Brute with slight confusion.
"Well...because I love the black race and want to see them prosper, sir." Brute didn't seem content with my answer.
